| Yah, I’m back niggas
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| Ha Ha y’all don’t think the kid gonna come back y’all crazy
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| I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood
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| My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood
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| Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted
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| Y’all wanna be a blood, well that’s wut I’ma soak your face in
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| Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me
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| slugs
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| I’m in the club with groupies, and groups of threes So getting ran up on the
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| block by a group of Dee’s
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| I’ve been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I’m past sellin crack I got
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| pills comin soon
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| And I’m not no dancer, my moms got cancer
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| So I ain’t celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answer
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| Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar But I got a twelve foot fish tank
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| with Piranhas and Oscar’s
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| I ain’t gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did
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| I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss
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| Tell your friends, I’ma tell your friends (my friends)
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| We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)
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| You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your
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| team wining like the Lakers
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| Fall back respect, learn how to love a nigga
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| You only alive, on the strength of another nigga
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| I’ve been nice all my F’in life
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| A big house I only slept in twice
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| Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice
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| The mistakes I’ve made, shall be corrected in my second life
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| Nigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track
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| And beat it up like I produced the track
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| Say another line about a gun motherfucker
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| And I’ma pass one to you, blast one through you
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| You don’t got adrenaline, ass run through you
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| I run through cash, cash run through you
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| I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself
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| I don’t know what’s worse, a hater or a fag
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| Double R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag
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| Tell your friends, I’ma tell your friends (my friends)
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| We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)
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| You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your
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| team winin like the Lakers
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| I was hated by many, loved by few
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| But respected by all, so fuck all y’all
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| Y’all doubted my skills, I never relied on this deal
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| I don’t give a fuck what y’all feel, foreal foreal
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| This rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs
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| I rather go do a jook’s, to feed my thugs
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| Cuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shield
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| See he ain’t real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp I’m like Morgan Freeman,
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| the way I make tracks lean on me
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| I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush
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| Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed
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| Spring is back, along with Drag
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| I juss coped a light jacket and the longest Jag
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| I’m who you nigga love to hate, but glad I’m back
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| Y’all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back
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| Tell your friends, I’ma tell your friends (my friends)
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| We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)
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| You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Your Friends , by - Drag-On. Song from the album Hell And Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп